It's funny that I spent so many of my formative years panning "blogs" and "bloggers" chiefly because I hated the idea that someone could be so self-righteous as to create an online journal and whore themselves out to the world in such an undignified manner just to get attention their parents depraved them of as children and the word itself ("blog" is just one of those words it feels so unpleasant to say, at least to me).
That being said, the irony of me finally biting the bullet and creating one myself is not lost to me. See, it has been some time since I've redacted those previous thoughts, probably because I matured and realized that not everyone makes a blog to prove that they are the most special snowflake in the crowd. In fact, I believe that only a particular few make blogs for that reason - if you really want to prove that you're the most special snowflake, well, that's why we have Tumblr. I see now that most blogs are made to utilize one of the internet's most invaluable features - the ability to speak your mind. Of course, you'd be kidding yourself if you think your blog will reach and touch millions across the world. It's not an impossibility, mind you, it's just a statistical improbability. More to the point, most people just want to be heard. Even if no one cares (which, let's be honest, not many people do), it's a great therapy. I love to vent, even if its on deaf ears. That's exactly why I broke down and made one. Well, that and the behest of someone whose opinion I place value in. So, with that out of the way, now I can finally say congratulations!
You have now joined an immensely tiny fraction of the human race that will ever have the good fortune - or misfortune, if you so choose to see it that way - to see this record of my descent into madness. In classic internet fashion, I'll try to keep this as anonymous as possible. Not only because am I old fashioned that way, not only because I feel as if some of my personal thoughts will have me labelled as "possibly the worst person to ever live" since hyperbole is all the rage nowadays, but because I really do miss the impersonal-ity of the whole affair. Back in the day, I knew online users better than I knew some of my closest friends simply because they felt safer behind an online handle. Without the fear of being labelled or identified as "That Racist Prick" or "That Conservative Crackpot", people could truly speak their minds and very visceral, very honest discussions would ensue. They weren't always pleasant, or kind, or even logical, but I can honestly say that there was never a discussion/argument I walked away from not knowing something I hadn't known before. By being impersonal and anonymous, somehow an extremely personal microcosm came into existence. Of course, it's all a double-edged sword with trolling and what not, but I do kind of miss the days when you could watch a video of a cat dancing on YouTube and not having everyone on Facebook know. That's another story for another day, though.
I don't have a snappy saying to end every post with, and I probably never will.
